Weather is cooling at last. I have spent a couple of days waving my chopper around in the garden and now have a big pile of weeds and trimmed bits to dispose of. Work in the evenings, outside in the daytime when it's too hot to be inside a well-insulated house, and lots of stuff that should have been done before is getting done now.

The wet stuff goes in the compost. Once the twigs and branches have dried out they're chimenea fodder.

It's been relaxing to stay away from the news but I see the Gorgon and his merry band of interfering, nitpicking, micromanaging morons have taken no such break. They never let up for a moment.

Maybe the stress will kill them. We can but hope.